Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the CHERUB franchise; its characters, ideas, or storylines.

For legal reasons; the characters mentioned do not exist.

I think we get the picture by now anyway.

Yo Durecel here, chapter four of Vulcan's first instalment. Read, enjoy, and if you feel like it; review too.
Also I must apologise to NoSorrow13 for not stating in Chapter 3; that Taskforce 13 belongs to him.

Chapter 4: KO

Zane had gotten rid of the uniform and replaced it with his more casual clothes he had on when he arrived at London's Victoria. Only this time; along with his uniform, he had been given two vials of strong anaesthetic.

The drugs were to render Baird and Karla unconscious whilst they were transported up to CHERUB campus that evening. He had been told that Christian and Selphy were going to be given similar treatment, but fortunately for Zane; he didn't have to dope his entire future team. That didn't mean that he was happy to be doping two teenagers though.

The train journey from Victoria to Lewes took about an hour; and every minute that Zane was on that train he was hoping that there would be a signal problem or some suicidal nutter jumping on the tracks; anything to prolong the inevitable drugging.

The unfortunate fact of the matter was though; he was going to have to do it at some point.

Walking through the door of his home caused his heart rate to begin to rise steadily. He did his best to not let show; but every step he took caused it to increase slightly. He saw a figure standing in the kitchen, which was, thankfully, his mother.

She knew about Vulcan as well as who was one; so she was aware about some of the things that Zane and his Dad had to do every now and then.

"Hello sweat-heart. How was London?" She asked her son with an innocent voice, but Zane was old enough to tell that his mum already knew that something was wrong in his world; based on her body language.

"Crap." Zane said openly before walking further into the kitchen to be out of earshot of Karla and Baird. "I've got to go away for about 14 months to train with a special division of MI5. And I've gotta bring Karla and Baird with me." He said quietly, permanently checking for any signs of the other two teenagers in the house.

"Oh, I'm sure it won't be too bad Zane; at least you'll have people you know there." His mother tried to reassure him as well as herself based on her tone of voice.

"Yeah, but between now and then; I have to drug them up with heavy anaesthetic as a security precaution. And that's something I really don't want to do." Zane said slightly upset at his predicament. "Where are Karla and Baird?"

His mother told Zane that Karla was in the downstairs toilet, and Baird was outside mucking about with a football. To Zane that made Karla the easiest option to start with. He reached into his rucksack and brought out the first vial of sedative along with a syringe and needle. He quickly attached the needle to the syringe before drawing the entire vial into the syringe.

He moved quickly to the left of the toilet's door. He could hear the tap running before it abruptly stopped. Zane guessed that he had about fifteen seconds before she opened the door. He listened to the slightest sounds coming from the small room behind him; before the unmistakeable sound of a dead lock's bolt sliding out of its catch into the door.

He took a few deep breaths as the door opened up enough for an outstretched arm revealed itself.

Before Karla had stepped out of the toilet she found that her left arm had been grabbed and turned bottom side up before she felt a sharp scratch on her skin. Immediately afterward there was the feeling you only got when being given an injection; fluid being forced into your blood; the worst feeling in the world for some people. And Karla was one of those people.

Before she tried to kick and scream, she felt her head become immensely heavy and was beginning to lose her grip on consciousness. She wanted to fight whatever was knocking her out, but it was failing miserably.

Zane pulled the door open, moving in front of it as he crouched down slightly in order to put Karla on his shoulders. She ungraciously flopped onto his right shoulder like a dead weight causing Zane to groan slightly.

He walked up the stairs with Karla's upper half over his shoulder. The way in how he held her could've been mistaken for a fireman's rescue.

He opened one of the bedroom doors to reveal a pair of beds that were normally together. Today however they weren't for what was becoming an obvious reason.

He moved steadily to the farthest bed where he gently placed the practically unconscious Karla on top of the sheets, purely to make transporting her easier later. As Zane stood back he realised that he was eye's were trying to have a cheeky look up and down the girl's body. He stopped by reminding himself that he still had a job to do, but more importantly to him; she was 14.

Zane went back to his rucksack with the second vial and needle in. He quickly retrieved them. He learned from his earlier mistake and turned to lock the door as well as the deadlock; so now there was little chance of Baird escaping.

He made his way outside to see where Baird was. Zane had already filled the syringe with the heavy anaesthetic, and had hid the needle, with the cap in place, behind his right arm. He found Baird out in the open doing kicky-ups with an old football of Zane's.

"Yo Baird, pass us the ball please mate," Zane asked the twelve year old. Baird looked at Zane before passing the old ball, mid air, to the 16 year old.

Zane stopped the ball before it smacked into one of the ground floor windows. He called back to Baird; "Keep your eye on the ball Baird." As soon as he said this he had flicked the ball onto the top of his shoe and started doing some really bad kicky-ups, which eventually saw the old dilapidated football flying over a fence into next door's garden.

Baird looked at Zane and sighed heavily before he went toward the fence where the ball had flown over. Zane walked over to Baird to look over the fence.

Now was Zane's chance. He turned to face Baird who was still gawping slightly at the fence. He unleashed a back fist to Baird's forehead, coupled with a sweep kick to the back of Baird's knees. The twelve year old was stunned by the outburst and didn't have much of a chance to fight back as Zane had put his knee onto the pre-teen, who was now down on the floor. Zane covered Baird's mouth so he couldn't yell for help.

Zane brought the needle out from its crap hiding place, taking the cap off with his teeth, and using his other knee to keep Baird's left arm stretched out. With the cap now off; Zane jabbed the needle into the protruding vein of Baird's left arm.

Unlike his sister; Baird wasn't afraid of needles or having fluids forced into his body, but his eyes were moist with tears as the drug began to take affect over his young body.

Zane repeated the process of lifting the unconscious body onto his shoulder and moving it into one of the spare bedrooms. Now all he had to do was pack up some things; get changed into his Commanding Officer attire, and then wait for the prearranged ambulance to pick up the two sleeping beauties as well as him.

Chapter 4: Done.

If you're now thinking: WTF? Then it means I've done my job right. Sorry it's a lot shorter than the other chapters but I want to get this bit done and then read The General through to Shadow Wave, in order to get the next few chapters done well.

Thank you for reading. And once again; I apologise to NoSorrow13 for not referencing your work in the previous chapter. (Do check his stories out, especially if you like CHERUB and/or the works of people like Chris Ryan and Andy McNab.)